Sweet maid in training
His Mistress instilled in him a routine, one that had been ingrained into his mind for the past few months. And it all started with a simple online ad that had changed his life forever.
The ad was for a job offer for a maid, but not just any maid. They needed someone who could wear a French maid outfit, pantyhose, and high heels, and maintain a very specific demeanor: feminine and submissive.
Now, as he stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his body, he couldn't help but think about what the day might bring. He had been trained for this moment, taught the art of feminine grace and servitude by the enigmatic his Mistress. Her instructions had been clear, her corrections firm but fair. He had learned to glide rather than walk, to serve without question, and to address every demand with a coy smile and a soft, deferential tone.
But today was different. Today was the day he would be fully immersed in the role he had been preparing for. The day he would become the sissy maid he always dreamed of being.
After his shower, he carefully selected his outfit for the day. The French maid dress hung in his closet, its pristine black fabric adorned with delicate white lace and a crimson bow that tied snugly around the waist. He slid the stockings over his legs, feeling the silky material cling to his skin as he adjusted the garter belt. His heart skipped a beat as he slipped into the high heels, the stiletto points digging slightly into the plush carpet. He looked in the mirror, taking in his reflection. The transformation was complete. Gone was the man with messy hair and a five o'clock shadow. In his place stood a dainty sissy maiden, ready to serve.
He remember his training as sissy maid: how to dress, how to behaave, how to please, and how to submit. His Mistress had been a strict yet caring mentor, ensuring that the sissy maid understood every nuance of his new role. She had taught him to appreciate the feel of the fabric against his skin, the way the high heels forced him to move with a gentle sway of his hips. He had learned to enjoy the way his voice took on a higher, more melodic tone when he was in character. It was a transformation that went deeper than the clothes he wore, a shift in his very being that brought him an unexpected sense of fulfillment.
Now, as he stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his body, he couldn't help but think about what the day might bring. He had been trained for this moment, taught the art of feminine grace and servitude by the enigmatic his Mistress. Her instructions had been clear, her corrections firm but fair. He had learned to glide rather than walk, to serve without question, and to address every demand with a coy smile and a soft, deferential tone.
But today was different. Today was the day he would be fully immersed in the role he had been preparing for. The day he would become the sissy maid he always dreamed of being.
After his shower, he carefully selected his outfit for the day. The French maid dress hung in his closet, its pristine black fabric adorned with delicate white lace and a crimson bow that tied snugly around the waist. He slid the stockings over his legs, feeling the silky material cling to his skin as he adjusted the garter belt. His heart skipped a beat as he slipped into the high heels, the stiletto points digging slightly into the plush carpet. He looked in the mirror, taking in his reflection. The transformation was complete. Gone was the man with messy hair and a five o'clock shadow. In his place stood a dainty sissy maiden, ready to serve.
He remember his training as sissy maid: how to dress, how to behaave, how to please, and how to submit. His Mistress had been a strict yet caring mentor, ensuring that the sissy maid understood every nuance of his new role. She had taught him to appreciate the feel of the fabric against his skin, the way the high heels forced him to move with a gentle sway of his hips. He had learned to enjoy the way his voice took on a higher, more melodic tone when he was in character. It was a transformation that went deeper than the clothes he wore, a shift in his very being that brought him an unexpected sense of fulfillment.
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